Dreadful Radio Game Chapter 126: Bridge
This scene came too suddenly and caught people off guard. Su Bai was completely unprepared;
Fortunately, Su Bai is also well-informed. This kind of thing does not affect his mind too much, but the scene in front of him has changed from the elegant sword practice to such an unbearable one. After entering the eyes, people were instinctively shocked. Then, Su Bai recovered his heart as still water, and keenly caught the marks of the black clouds appearing on the eyebrows of these men and women. These marks did not exist before. At this point, Su Bai Bai can be sure. 【..】
Passing through these images of men and women who are doing things, it feels similar to the feeling of 5d movies, as if you are on the scene, but if you watch too much, there is nothing to look at, especially these female priests, wearing The Taoist robe came with a sword with a somewhat dusty temperament, but when the clothes were taken off and doing that kind of thing, the figure looked too dry and not very good-looking. This may be related to the usual diet of these Taoists and from time to time. Bigu is related.
When Su Bai walked past this small pavilion, the pictures of spring scenery on the small pavilion continued to be vividly performed. It's not to say how durable the men are. Su Bai also noticed that those men should pay back It looks a little immature, and from the analysis of the images, the age is not too old. In addition, Taoism pays attention to a solid foundation and associates with the environment in the mountains. It is difficult for them to come into contact with female sex. They are inexperienced and pure monkeys. Anxiously like a quick shooter;
But once or twice, it’s almost the same. They have been squeezing their bodies for seven or eight times in a row. This further proves that from this video record, they should have been caught by evil. As a result of this crazy start to do this kind of thing, Su Bai even thought about it a few more times, if they should shoot blood for the job below.
After passing the pavilion, the main hall has finally arrived. It is a building that looks a little bit Daoist style. Although it is covered with blue tiles, it naturally reveals a Taoist atmosphere, which fits the surrounding environment. Very natural.
Just from the foot of Su Bai to the temple, there is a wooden bridge.
Bridges are generally built for humans to cross over difficult places, such as rivers and valleys, but here, wooden bridges are wooden bridges, and there are rocks on the ground below it, at least from the observation of Su Bai Seen in the middle, there is no reason to build a bridge here.
And when I look at it, it doesn't seem to be for ornamental decoration.
In short, there may be mysterious in every place here. If one is not careful, there may be a real problem, and it may even be lost. At this point, Su Bai is very transparent, although there are fat people and a group of people in front of him Teng Lei, but he is not 100% safe.
The wooden bridge is not very long or very high. It is about ten meters in length. The height cannot be visually determined because the bridge is not hollow, but solid, which is very unusual.
But anyway, this wooden bridge is the only way to that temple.
After a delay for a while, Su Bai finally started to walk on the bridge. He stepped on the first foot, nothing special, and continued to walk two steps forward. Su Bai suddenly saw the thick fog rising in front of him.
Subconsciously stepping back two steps, Su Bai got off the bridge.
Looking ahead, there is no dense fog.
Licking his lips, Su Bai knew that there was no way, only knowing that there was something wrong in front of him, he had to bite the bullet and move forward.
Go on the bridge again, this time Su Bai's speed is much faster, similarly, thick fog also appeared, and quickly enveloped Su Bai.
Su Bai walked, and found that something was wrong. It was only a ten-meter-long bridge. He had walked hundreds of meters. Why couldn't you see everything except under the feet and the bridge railings on both sides?
At this time, a figure appeared in front of him. The figure was fat and his body was obviously blessed;
This person's physical characteristics are too obvious, he is fat.
"Fat man?"
Su Bai called out.
But the figure did not respond at all.
When Su Bai got closer, the other party was still so fuzzy.
However, the closer he gets to the shadow, the more he feels that his steps are getting heavier and heavier. This heaviness carries a gradual rhythm, as if a kind of inertia suddenly appeared on him. It would be impossible for Su Bai to stop and retreat at this time.
The figure of the fat man is a spiral nest, and the suction force is getting more and more terrifying.
When the suction force reached a peak, Su Bai couldn't support the pressure all of a sudden, and knelt on the ground.
"Om!"
The dense fog around disappeared in an instant,
What Su Bai saw under his feet was not a wooden bridge, but a concrete bridge.
Stand up, look around, there are villages and towns around, there is a river under the bridge, and there are several boats in the river. The boats are very old-fashioned.
On the other side of the bridge, Su Bai was stunned, and a little fat pier bounced over here with a popsicle in one hand and banknotes in the other.
From the eyebrows of Little Fatty, Su Bai can see that that Fatty should be the fat guy when he was a child.
Seeing this scene, Su Bai has a spectrum in his heart. He should have entered the world of memory, or a spiritual world. As for how this bridge intercepts people’s memories, or is rubbed off, Su No idea.
But Su Bai knew that he should now figure out how to get out of this **** fat memory spiritual world.
"Uncle, your money has fallen."
At this time, Xiao Pangdun had walked to Su Bai's face and said, pointing to the ground.
Su Bai ignored it, just smiled. He has a slap in his face. This fat man's tricks are too low-level. Of course, now that he was a fat man who was probably about ten years old when he was a child, he was relieved. Up.
Seeing that Su Bai hadn't been fooled, Xiao Pangdun didn't say anything, he narrowed his mouth and prepared to leave.
When he reached Su Bai's side, Xiao Pangdun slammed his **** into Su Bai.
Su Bai has long been aware of this little fat man’s intentions, and a touch of anger rises in his heart. If this is really the fat man’s memory spiritual world, then Su Bai does have a reason for anger, because this cement bridge is not The railing consists of two large steel plates spliced together across the bridge.
This was considered a relatively common bridge in the countryside ten years ago, and even now, there are many such bridges.
Little Pangdun hit Su Bai's ass, but Su Bai didn't move. Instead, Xiao Pangdun himself was bounced by the reaction force, staggering two steps to the other side of the bridge, his body swayed, as if about to Falling to the ground.
Su Bai stretched out a hand and grabbed the fat man by the back of his neck.
"It hurts... It hurts..."
"You can't learn well at such a young age. Is there something wrong with your brain? This is murder."
Su Bai knows that fat is not a good stubble, and underneath his honest and honest appearance is a cruel heart. But if fat has this kind of personality since he was a child, then Su Bai really has to weigh up and compare with Fatty. Way of communication.
At a young age, because I tried to tease people without success, I wanted to hit people into the river and drown?
This is not just a phrase that bears naughty children can explain the past perfunctory. In fact, in today’s network information age, a child knows more things than adults think when he is in his early ten years, and a lot of it is actually hidden in bears. A filthy and terrifying heart under the child's skin.
"I didn't hit a person, I hit a ghost." Xiao Pangdun shouted immediately.
Ghost?
Su Bai subconsciously looked at the soles of his feet, and found that his feet were really suspended, and there was a gap of a few centimeters from the bridge deck.
"You ghost, dare to come out presumptuously in broad daylight, Xiaoye, I am the grandson of the old man in Shigang Town, don't let my grandpa see you, or you will be finished!"
"Oh, it's pretty horizontal."
Su Bai smiled, lifted the little fat man off the bridge, and then threw him on the ground.
Xiao Pangdun called the grandpa who is the old man in his mouth before, not to say that he is a gangster, but a dialect, the old man is generally a person who organizes and connects for fun, and is responsible for arranging some funerals and burials. Related matters, put it before, can be regarded as folk Taoists.
Su Bai was thinking about how to get out of this fat man’s memory and spiritual world, and kill him, is it all right?
When this idea flashed through Su Bai’s mind, Xiao Pangdun also felt the murderous intent in Su Bai’s eyes, and immediately shrank his neck in fright. Obviously, he was not beaten up as a ghost and was taken away by the ghost. Now He didn't have much courage left.
However, just when Su Bai hadn't figured out how to clean up the situation and how to break it, on the other side of the road, an adult and a child walked up.
Both of them are dressed in Tibetan ethnic service. The little boy has a dark complexion, a high nose, and he walks very calmly. The adult looks a bit old-fashioned.
"Grandpa, when shall we go home?"
"Is it bad here?"
"No, I miss the mountain and the eagle at home."
"Hehe, good boy, you are here to wait for your grandpa for a while, and when grandpa comes back, I will take you home."
"Um~ IndoMTL.com~ good."
The little Tibetan boy stood there, while the old man got on the bridge, then crossed the bridge, and then disappeared from sight.
Su Bai looked at the little Tibetan boy, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt like it, except for the big difference in skin color, it was almost carved out of a mold.
Just as Su Bai was about to ask for two questions, on the bridge, another little monk walked up. The little monk was a cute bald head, dressed in a green robes, holding a Buddhist bead in his left hand and one in his right. A bowl for alms,
But in the bowl, it’s not so much rice, but coins and banknotes.
The little monk tried his best to maintain his demeanor, but every time his eyes fell on the bowl used for alms in his hand, the corner of his eyes would twitch uncontrollably.
Obviously, he himself feels like this,
Like a beggar. (To be continued.)
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